The most hilarious (and cute) first date story EVER…
NICOLE & DAN (see adorable photo here) were the lucky winners for the HBI wedding sign giveaway. They shared a charming and absolutely laughable story with us about their first date. It is a MUST read! So get a cup of coffee and continue reading (you do not want to miss this one)…
Our first date was a disaster… like, an absolute disaster.
Dan had just graduated from college, and was living with his parents about 40 minutes away from where I lived with my parents (I had just finished my sophomore year and was home for the summer). Being the gentleman he is, Dan insisted on coming to pick me up for our date… I was already nervous (he was the big man on campus, I was shocked he even knew who I was!), the last thing I needed was him picking me up at my parents’ house (oh the embarrassment that could have ensued). But, he wouldn’t take no for an answer (I tried to convince him to let me meet him at the mall), so I gave in.
It just so happened to be POURING rain, not just pouring, but cats and dogs, sheets, torrential downpour, borderline monsoon. In my lots and lots of years of living in that area, I’ve never seen anything like it. Dan’s car was… scratch that, Dan’s car had a lot of “character” – and by that, I mean that the driver side door didn’t work, so he had to climb in the passenger side (it was a two door Firebird convertible, 1991), the top didn’t work unless you replaced the fuse every time you wanted to put it down/up, etc. Anyway, again, being the gentleman he is, Dan insisted on getting out and opening the door for me… in the pouring rain. (Thank you to the rain, by the way, for not allowing him to come inside or my parents to come out… crisis averted!)
Dan opened the door, hopped back in (over the center console into his drivers’ seat), I hopped in, happily out of the rain. We were going to the mall (which was about 5 miles away) to see a movie, since we were in my neck of the woods, he asked me the best way to get there. Considering the fact that the sky was falling, I figured it’d be wisest to stay off the highway and take back roads (people drive all crazy in weather like that, I’d rather not be surrounded by idiots going 65 mph in a torrential downpour – sounds like a good idea, right? Not so much…), so back roads it was.
We’re driving about 25 mph down the road and see flares in the distance, he slows down, next thing we know we’ve pretty much driven into a rushing river. WTH!? We were driving down the street I grew up on, it has NEVER flooded like that, ever, in my 20-some-odd years of living there. (the flares, by the way, were on the OTHER SIDE of the massive flooding raging river, that helped… thanks to whoever put them there) Well, the water was rushing like I can’t even explain… it was higher than mid-window and the car stalled. Are you kidding me!? First date from hell, right?! Get’s worse.
So, my door is the only door that opens (how convenient) and so Dan decided we had to get the car out of the street… Dan climbed over me and kicked off his shoes, took off his khaki cargo shorts (scandalous) and hopped out my window (water was too high to open the door). In almost chest-high water, he yelled at me to get behind the wheel (oh, lord I was freaking out) and steer. The man pushed that damn car about 150 feet UP HILL into a driveway… through rushing water.
We called my parents (gulp, so much for crisis averted) and asked my mom (who drove an SUV) to come get us. Dan put his clothes back on and spoke to the homeowners (he was in their driveway) and they said that as long as the car was out by 6am, he could leave it there. Up drove mom, who picked us up and harassed and teased us the whole way (by this time the raging river was gone and we looked and sounded like we were out of our minds nuts) back to the house, where we picked up my car and drove (on the highway) to the mall to see a movie.
We get to the mall and they have power, walk in, and the only part of the mall that lost power was the movie theater. Really!? At this point it was about 15 til 10pm and we had yet to really go on our “date” – so we decided to have a quick dinner, but all the restaurants were only open until 10pm. We promised the nice folks at Coastal Flats that we’d be quick and they agreed to seat and serve us. Phew. Well, Dan kept drinking tea and going to the bathroom the entire time (he later told me he was drinking tea to throw me off in hopes I’d think he had to pee, turns out he felt crazy sick and was well… you know), we were rushed, and worrying about the car.
Dan pays and we leave. We head back to the car, it won’t start. So we let it sit there to hopefully dry out and we go to a 24-hour diner for some coffee… tell me how a 24-hr diner is OUT OF COFFEE!? For some reason, we had to wait 20 minutes for the coffee… whatever. Dan’s phone rings, it’s the police. Wondering why his car is in someone’s driveway and they’re calling to complain about it. Really!? Again, nice first date. Dan explains our unique situation to the officer, who chuckled and just told him to be sure it was gone by 6am. Ok, it’ll be gone, give us our coffee. Coffee break over, go back to the car, damn thing still won’t start (it’s been sitting for 3-4 hours).
We go back to my parents house and sit on the couch in the basement to watch TV for an hour or so… go back to the car, STILL won’t start. At this point, it’s probably about midnight or 1am and both the crazies that own the driveway and Dan have to work the next day, so we start trying to find a 24 hour tow company. We finally find one, and they let us know they’ll meet us at the car within 45 minutes and will call when they’re getting close.
THREE hours go by and I wake up (after having fallen asleep on Dan’s chest) to the phone ringing, the truck is about to be there… we took my car and met the driver (at this point it’s past 4am). The driver decided to bring his girlfriend along, so he could tow the car, but not take Dan with him. Nice. So, I offered to take Dan in my car, following the tow truck, all the way back to his parents’ house… 40ish minutes away… at 4-something in the morning. Nope, that’s not all, either.
It was a flat rate for the tow and then $3-4 per mile. I set my odometer (right, odometer?) and we head out… we get to his exit off the highway and it’s CLOSED for overnight maintenance! Really!? Again! Really!? The detour is an additional 6 miles… no problem; unless you’re paying an idiot tow truck driver per mile. We finally get to his parents, the driver lets Dan’s car down onto the street in front of their house and crunched the bottom of the front bumper. Great. Well, at this point, we’re about $300 into the date (dinner and the tow), it’s 5:30 in the morning and Dan has to be at work by 7.
In our first date: I saw him half naked, he met my parents, I met his parents, we slept together (on the couch, clothed), ate together, had coffee together… Craziest first date I’ve ever had.
He thanked me for being so kind and wonderful and tolerant and asked me out on a second date. I decided to give him a mulligan… and if you would have told me I’d be spending the rest of my life with this man, I would have laughed in your face. But, I guess after such a crazy first date, things can only get better!
After that first date, we kept dating a bit. I still was totally not interested; but he was awesome and a great friend and I didn’t want to hurt him so I kept going out with him. I enjoyed spending time with him and all, but the spark just wasn’t there.
One day, he surprised me at work… and when he walked in, my heart skipped a beat and I got the craziest case of butterflies I’ve ever had. I knew at that very second that I was in trouble.
And, here we are, just about five years later, planning a weddingl… I suppose that after that abominable first date, we had nowhere to go but up, right?!
Congrats again Nicole & Dan!